"Poetry On The Way"

Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
So, on the TTC (the public transit system in Toronto), they have have this cultural initiative called "Poetry On The Way", which showcases works by Canadian poets.

I enjoy having a read when I see them as it's a great break from the usual product pushing adverts that are slapped up there just above our noodles. :)

I found the piece that I'm going to post below quite amusing considering where it's posted. Have a read and see if you agree. It's a nice, short poem by David Michael Gault. Here it is:

Branch Line

a leaf fell onto the floor
of the subway car

all the passengers
looked up at
the metal grill
the ceiling

every one of them
expecting to see the sky



Man, I so wanted to run from that over-crowded subway car after reading that! LOL! :p It's like anti-advertising for the transit system--'cause we'd all rather be anywhere than on that damn commute!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    I can see why you liked it. :)

    When we were on vacation we were walking somewhere and we found placks with poems on them...it was a nice surprise. My sons took the time to read them, and I think perhaps they will remember them when they stumble across them in an English class sometime. :)
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  • civ_eng_girlciv_eng_girl Posts: 2,001
    It's a nice, short poem by David Michael Gault. Here it is:

    Branch Line

    a leaf fell onto the floor
    of the subway car

    all the passengers
    looked up at
    the metal grill
    the ceiling

    every one of them
    expecting to see the sky

    BE! that's my favorite 'poem on the way' :D

    although i find it kind sad.... but you're right, it's fitting for the mood that is usually on the train during the afternoon rush.... :(
    ~~*~~ ...i surfaced and all of my being was enlightend... ~~*~~
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    I found the piece that I'm going to post below quite amusing considering where it's posted. Have a read and see if you agree. It's a nice, short poem by David Michael Gault. Here it is:

    Branch Line

    a leaf fell onto the floor
    of the subway car

    all the passengers
    looked up at
    the metal grill
    the ceiling

    every one of them
    expecting to see the sky


    very much an outstanding poem.
    genius even.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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